Sheisty

by Baker, T. N.

  EPIPHANY

  I was glad Mali was here with me. I told him that I was going through a stressful time right now. He could tell I'd been crying and the last thing I needed him to think was that a nigga made me cry, but his company made me feel a lot better. I didn't want to get into details, but I touched on my situation with C-God and Tanya just a little. Mali said he knew Tanya. Don't ask me how, but I wouldn't be surprised if the bitch been around the block a few times, you know what I mean?

  He was interested in what I had to say about C until I asked about their beef. I guess it was to soon for him to trust me again

  'cause after I asked him about that he told me that shit was cool and he ain't wanna talk about the nigga no more. Before he use to tell me everything... well, I won't say everything... but a lot.

  Now, he's on some hush-hush bullshit, which is cool. I know I just gotta spend a lil' time with him and shit'll be all good.

  Besides talking, we could play a few hands of cards, order Chinese food and watch Love Jones. I don't care how many times I see that movie I'll never get tired of it, maybe because I wish so bad that I had a love like Nina and Darius. I think I had love for Mali when we were together, I'm not sure. I thought I loved C-God but please, now that I think about it, maybe I don't know shit about love.

  I got up to go to the bathroom. "You alright, cause your ass is looking kind of thick in them shorts girl?" Mali questioned.

  "I'm fine, that's just good living, that's all," I laughed.

  "Yeah, I hear that," he said. On my way back from the bathroom, I decided to spice things up a bit. It was only 6 p.m. and I wasn't ready for him to leave yet. I was feeling kinda horny and wouldn't mind giving him a sample of some of this pregnant pussy (and you know what they say, it's the best). I walked over and stood in front of him, wearing some spandex boy cut shorts that hugged my ass nicely and a tank top. My pussy was dead smack in his face. He looked up at me. "What's up?" He was playing stupid.

  "Don't you miss this?" I asked.

  "I'm here right," he said. I sucked my teeth and sat back down on the couch, he wasn't stroking my ego the way I wanted him too. I knew he wanted me. "Yo, you mad?" he asked, puzzled.

  "Should I be?" I answered back sarcastically.

  "Nah, I don't even know why you tripping, cause you know I missed you. What you need to hear a nigga say it?" he said cracking a smile. Mali always had a nice smile to go with that sweet caramel complexion of his.

  His smile made me smile, "Yes."

  "Okay cool, Epiphany I miss the shit out of you and that too," he said pointing toward what's between my legs. We both laughed, I moved in closer, kissed his lips and asked him to stay with me for the rest of the night.

  SHANA

  Smitty called me this morning with some good news. He said K.C. was being released this evening but wasn't sure what time yet and he was gonna pick him up. "I thought he had to do a few more days, not that I'm disappointed or anything, but how did he get out of doing those days," I asked. Smitty said somebody K.C. was cool with pulled some strings in the right places and got him released a couple days early.

  "Somebody like who?" I asked. I don't trust those C.O. bitches up in them jails 'cause I heard they be letting the inmates hit it on the low shit. And why he ask you to pick him up?"

  "Yo, 'cause we got some shit...we got some matters to discuss, that's why," he laughed. "Any further questions ask ya man when he get there a'ight."

  "A'ight Smitty, bye."

  "Hold up, one more thing Sha before I go, let's just say he did fuck one of them C.O. bitches in jail, why would you even trip if it got the nigga home early to be with you, you feel what I saying." His grimey ass started to laugh.

  "Bye Smitty," I ain't even respond to that shit, 'cause four or five days was nothing. Now years, that's some different shit.

  Smitty was a'ight but I could tell that nigga loved some drama.

  When I got off the phone I took a good look at the crib and it was a mess. It's a good thing Smitty is picking him up 'cause I had work to do. I put on Ashanti's CD and got busy, that was the first time I listened to her whole CD and it was hot. I must've played that song, "Baby when you call I'll come running," like four times in a row. By the time I finished cleaning, it looked like Mr. Clean ran up in this muthafucka... shit, I surprised myself.

  This nigga better come home and appreciate what he's got cause he got me running around trying to be all domesticated and shit.

  I even went out and got a bucket of fried chicken and a Pepsi to feed his ass when he get home. If that ain't no wifey shit then what is? I'm that nigga's wife for real.

  "Yo, open up Sha, where you at... I know you got a key made for a nigga to get up in this muthafucka," K.C. yelled through the locked screen door. I rushed to the door, opened it and jumped right up in his arms Whitney Houston style. That's right the same way she did when Bobby was released from jail...

  just happy to see a nigga and glad his ass was finally home. I feel you Whitney.

  "What up nugga?" I said all hard and shit 'cause I know that tough talk turns him on. He palmed my ass and shoved that wet fat ass tongue of his in my mouth.

  We must've swapped spit for about a good two minutes until Smitty interrupted the flow opening his mouth with his hating ass, talking bout, "Ya'll nigga's cut all the mushy shit out, wait 'til a nigga leave. Damn dawg it ain't like you was locked up and wasn't getting no pussy... cause yo, Sha's ass ain't miss them conjugals."

  "Yo nigga, stop with all the hating. She ain't suppose to miss none?" K.C. said.

  "Nah dawg, that's what's up-- Yo Sha what up with that chicken?" Smitty ask mid way thru what he was saying. "Oh shit that's New York Fried, yo man they got the best chicken that's my word. Anyway as I was saying, Shana's a good girl, man. Ain't too many broads out there that's gonna hold a nigga down.

  When you on the streets maybe, but let a nigga get locked up, a bitch'll be out. Sha you a'ight with me though, word." Smitty said with chicken grease all over his lips as if he was giving me his approval.

  "Yo Sha's my ride or die chick for life, I ain't never gon' leave her fucked up, she good, believe that." K.C smiled and patted me on the ass.

  "A'ight ya'll, can we talk about something else?" I said, even though assurance was all good, I didn't want to be the topic of discussion anymore.

  "Yo Sha, you got some liquor or something so we can welcome my man home the right way?" Smitty asked.

  Let me find out this niggas a freeloader, I thought. "Yeah, I got some Henny in the kitchen."

  "Oh, that what's up baby girl. Yo, go hook us up," K.C. said.

  I went into the kitchen to fix them a drink, I glanced at the time on the microwave it was only seven o'clock. ' It's gonna be a long night' I thought. When I walked back in the living room I knew it was gon' be an even longer night 'cause these niggas done started playing Madden on the Play Station and you know how a nigga forget about time when they fucking with that game shit.

  "Ay yo Sha, we got 50's new shit?" asked K.C.

  "Nah," I said.

  "Yo, how you from Southside and you don't have that nigga's shit, man."

  Before I could respond, Smitty paused the game. "Yo, I got a bootleg copy in the car I'm a go get it."

  "Yeah nigga cause I need to hear it, that shit is hot yo," K.C.

  said getting hyped. When Smitty came back inside he put on 50, sparked some hydro and we all played puff, puff, pass. I started to relax as my high took effect, and even though I was kinda heated that this nigga Smitty ain't know when to take his ass home eventually it became all good. An hour later and all was high--drinking, smoking, bopping our heads to the music and of course them niggas was still playing the game.

  Knock knock...

  "Sha who that?" K.C. asked.

  "Who, what?" I said not able to hear the door through the loud music.

  "Somebody knocked at your door, you ain't got no niggas coming over here to check you, cause if so... tell them muthafuckas d
addies home, word up." I laughed trying to play it off cause I had no clue who the fuck was at my door. When I looked through the screen my high was blown.

  "Can I talk to you for a minute?" Chasity asked. Something was up 'cause this bitch was too calm.

  "Nah... I can't talk right now, it ain't a good time," I said, brushing her off.

  "Just open the door and let me talk to you, Cream." Damn... now why the bitch wanna go there. "Yo, you bugging out, just get the fuck away from my door please." I just gave it to her bluntly 'cause she done made me mad calling me by my stripper name.

  Then the devil surfaced, she started banging and kicking on the thin ass aluminum door. "You stupid bitch don't make me fuck you up, open the fucking door... I just wanna talk." K.C.

  and Smitty came running to the door to see what the chaos was all about. Before I could think of an explanation, Smitty had my back taking charge of the situation. He pushed me out the way and opened the door.

  "What the fuck did I tell you before, huh? Stop following me yo, you broke down bitch. I ain't feeling you, it ain't gon' happen so beat it, 'cause I'm a fuck around and catch a case for whipping ya ass yo--I'm telling you. I should fuck you up right now for knocking on my girl's door and blowing my muthafuckin' high. Get outta here!" Smitty really got a good look at her this time and then it dawned on him were he recognized her from. As a matter of fact, he remembered where he knew both of us from... Honey's.

  Chasity was yelling so much that after a while you couldn't even understand what the fuck she was saying and on top of that she was walking away pretty fast. I guess Smitty's crazy ass put that fear in her the last time.

  "Nigga, what up with that? Keep fucking around with them crazy ass hoes," K.C. joked.

  "Nah man, them hoes don't be crazy until I give 'em the magic stick, that's when they lose their muthafuckin' minds." Smitty said, laughing and giving K.C. a pound.

  "So, how the fuck the bitch know you was here?" K.C. asked trying to make sense of what just happened.

  "Yo, she gotta be following me."

  "Nigga, you been here for how long and she just now coming?" K.C. said.

  "Maybe she spotted my car, how the fuck I'm supposed to know, that bitch a nut," Smitty said.

  "Yo, nigga that's bad business, and the shit still don't make sense 'cause if she spotted your car how the fuck she know to come to this house and to the side door at that? What the fuck the bitch do--enie menie minie mo? Come on dawg, I'm a leave that shit alone though cause you think a nigga stupid," K.C. said becoming annoyed.

  "Yo man, it's that hydro making your ass paranoid and shit that's all nigga... chill the fuck out, it ain't what you thinking," Smitty said as he started to laugh, trying to ease K.C.'s mind. I laughed along with him 'cause I couldn't understand why he was going through all this bullshit just to cover for me, I barely knew his ass, shit, he could of easily just said, 'Yo, your girl was fucking with that bitch so take that shit up with her.' But he didn't and I'm glad he didn't, but why didn't he... "Yo, I'm out son.

  I'm a go take care that thing we talked about earlier." Smitty said to K.C.

  "A'ight nigga hit me later," K.C. said.

  "Yo Shana come lock up," he said as he walked to the door.

  I followed behind him and on his way out the door he turned to me, cracked a devious smirk and said, "You owe me nigga, big time!" And from that I knew I was in for the bullshit.

  KEISHA

  Time sure does fly when you're having fun and I was having too much fun. Julius is such a nice guy and he makes me laugh too.

  I didn't want to leave, but I knew I had to and oh my god the sex... the sex was so damn good, you better believe we fucked each other like it was our last time... and it is for real this time.

  I did give him my cell phone number though, just so we can keep in touch as "friends" because we have a lot in common.

  For my comfort, I inspected the room to make sure there weren't any hidden video cameras or anything while Julius showered.

  I didn't shower because I didn't want to leave him alone in the room not to say I didn't trust him but the video tape thing is still a mystery therefore everyone is still a suspect. We departed the room at the same time. After I turned in the room key Julius walked me to my car and kissed my forehead goodbye. (You see there, I got the forehead kiss, that definitely means it's over.) I reached in my purse for my cell phone and noticed I had three missed calls all from home and no messages. The first call came nearly two hours ago. To me that was strange, why not leave a message. I called home to see if every thing was okay. My sister answered on the first ring.

  "Hello."

  "Hey who's this--Keely?" I asked not able to tell the difference between the two because of their strong southern accents.

  "Nah dis ain't Keely dis Kelly... girl where you at? Big T was looking for you I think he was mad cause nobody ain't know where you was, Ma told him to call you, he said he did but you ain't answer your phone."

  "Is he there now?" I asked.

  "I don't know he mighter left."

  "Well, where's my son?" I said getting a little aggravated because she didn't know the answers to any of my questions.

  "Oh lil' T sleeping, you fixin' to come home soon?" she asked.

  "Yeah, I'm on my way now." I hung up the phone, thinking of a good excuse to come up with.

  My nerves were starting to act up. ' How can I go home and face him knowing I just finished letting another man fuck my pussy. Maybe I should call him, no I ain't gonna call him. I know, I'm gonna go to the mall and grab a couple of things for the baby that way I can say I was depressed about the wedding so I went shopping. Yeah that's a good idea, plus he knows this piece of shit phone don't hold a good signal in the mall. ' I was confident that my excuse would work so I rushed to the mall and hit the Baby Gap. I even grabbed a few items for myself

  'cause the regular Gap is attached. After spending $300, I was ready to go home. When I got there, I didn't see Tucker's car. I pulled into the driveway and guess who was waiting to greet me at the front door--Tucker.

  "Hey baby," I said, not wanting to get to close because I wasn't sure whether or not I smelled like sex or had dick on my breath. I could tell he was furious before he even opened his mouth.

  "Where you been at Keish?" he asked in a mild mannered tone as if he wasn't upset.

  "What?" I replied. Might as well see the ugly come out and get it over with.

  "WHAT? Oh now you don't understand English where the fuck was you at all day Keish, you couldn't even call to check on our son or answer your motherfucking cell phone? Huh, answer the question."

  See, didn't I say it was about to get ugly. "Tucker, if you stop yelling and calm down I'll answer your question."

  "I'm listening," he said.

  "I was at the mall." I hope I didn't look like I was lying.

  "Keisha, you wasn't at the mall for no six hours," he said giving me that 'I ain't buying it' look, but that was my story and I was sticking to it.

  "Look Tucker, I've been out shopping all day, and I just wanna take a shower and go to bed. Besides what are you doing here... I thought it wasn't safe for us if you were here?" I said sarcastically.

  "Just hurry up and take your shower 'cause I got something I want you to see," Tucker said, flashing a fake smile.

  ' You know what, I don't even wanna know,' I thought as I rushed into the bathroom relieved that he didn't push the mall issue that much. All I wanted to do was freshen up and get through the night without Tucker asking me for any coochie because two dicks in one day ain't cool and if I say no again he might really get suspicious.

  When I got out of the shower I dried off, threw on some sweats, a tee and no body perfume or nothing. I wanted to look as unattractive as possible. I wrapped my hair, threw on a scarf and went downstairs to make sure all the doors were locked. My sisters had the spare set of keys so no one had to worry about listening out for them when they got home from the movies tonight. Then I took a peek in
to the guest bedroom where my mom and the baby were knocked out sleep. The last stop was my bedroom, I opened the door and instantly tears started to fill my eyes when I saw Tucker sitting on the edge of the bed watching the videotape of me giving my body to another man.

  C-GOD

  It was a quarter after ten and C sat in his Hempstead apartment fucked up; his nose buried in a pile of coke to numb the pain after receiving a call from Reggie about Mike, his girl, their son and his girls moms all getting murdered not even an hour ago.

  Reg said, he just had spoke to the nigga and they was gon' get up and go shoot a game of pool up on Flatbush Ave, but when he swung by the crib to get the nigga the door was half open. He went inside but before he could get far he spotted Mike's baby moms, Angie, lying dead less then four feet away from the door with her son in her arms, both dead. Her moms caught one sitting in the chair by the window, bullet went throw the right lens of her eyeglasses and Mike must've been taking a shit when nigga's ran up on him 'cause he was sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, lit up with bullets holes.

  "Yo son, the t.v. was up mad loud, so if they screamed the nigga probably thought that shit was coming from the fucking tube. Man, I ain't call no cops or nothing. I just broke out 'cause yo shits was ugly son. Mike's gone and whoever did it, did my man and his fam dirty." Those words hurt him to his heart as he hung up the phone, needing a minute to make sense of what the fuck he just heard.

  Mike was his lil' brother, his soldier, the head nigga in charge under him, out of all the niggas he put on he had love for that nigga big time. The one thing he couldn't figure out was how niggas knew where he was resting his head at in Brooklyn, Mike was too fuckin' paranoid and at the same time too smart to let a muthafucka follow his ass. He stayed with his guards up at all times.

  C-God's mind was boggled, he opened a bottle of Hennessy and poured a little out on his hardwood floor, reminiscing about the fun and the drama he and Mike shared together. "To my nigga, my muthafuckin' Lieutenant Ike," he said, letting go a smile as a tear trickled down his face. Niggas use to call Mike's ass, Lieutenant Ike 'cause that nigga ain't have no problems with beating a bitches ass. He ain't care where they was, if the bitch pissed him off, he was fucking her up Ike on Tina style, no doubts about it.